In the Bahamas, fourteen miles from Andrews Island, lies an island called Black Bahama, a real paradise, if the guidebooks do not lie. Golden sands, cozy coves, palm trees and luxurious tree crowns are bathed in sun or moon day and night. It looks especially cool in the moonlight. It’s always summer here, however, once a season there are spitting typhoons, but then the local drunks get a reason to get drunk once again. Only the guys who don’t like problems suddenly realized that there is a lot of crap even where the sun and happiness are rushing from everywhere, silver of the moon and love, soft melodies, strong rum and everything else that the soul desires.